Reborn as a Brilliant Scholar

I once sold The Yellow Court Scripture for wine, and once used the Analects to prop up a table. I once denounced Buddhist teachings as worthless, and once mixed warm water with rouge to write erotic verse. Meixi brought down Xia, Daji sowed chaos in Shang, and someone even set beacon fires to amuse the lords for Baosi. All I ask is that your smile shine as brightly as summer flowers. I am but a humble scholar. Bringing ruin to a nation is a trivial matter. First, let us sweep away thousands of pounds of flesh and blood from these ambitious heroes. Then I’ll join you for a wager over books and tea, and whisper: Am I worthy of your dazzling beauty for a lifetime, and of one sweet touch of rouge on your lips?